The Eyes Have It

DH had an eye therapy appointment today and there is still a little voice in the back of his head (this time it is not me) that says "Is there any improvement? Can it get better or is the best it'll ever get?" He is also wary of taking another major eye test (the long and involved excrutiating test) because he is afraid it will show it has worsened or have his driving privileges taken away. Now he isn't suffering any new symptoms, he doesn't feel that it has gotten worse, but you know it's like those dreams you have about having a test that you haven't studied for...no matter how crazy the dream might be, it usually reveals insecurities about other things. No one likes to "fail", yet we all worry endlessly about how we appear to others. You can be at the top of your game...then one misstep...and you feel as if you have let down your whole team. As we watch the Olympics, we are reminded that you can do a gymnastic routine (or swimming relay or volleyball game) 3,000 times perfectly, then BOOM. Game over. You are done with competing and you feel as if your whole world has been shattered. You have worked and slaved over your sport. You have practiced and given up many other things: family life, rest time, vacations, dating, sleeping for your sport. Of course everyone wants to go to the Olympics!

Of course they all want to medal!
 If I had a buck for every time I failed...as the saying goes, I would be a millionaire. (On the flip side, if I had a million dollars for every time I did something great, I would also be a millionaire, at least for those few moments until I screwed up again). The truth be told that those athletes in their failures, are so much better than the 99% of the rest of humanity's BEST efforts. We applaud each and every one of you, yes, even the "fails".
So GO(LD) USA!
I think DH is needlessly worrying, he is constantly checking his vision, squinting back and forth. Of course when I see him doing it, I immediately flip into Nag Patrol. "What's wrong? Is something different?" Reminding myself that it was that odd look he had as he was having his stroke that made me know right away something was wrong, makes ME over think, makes ME look for something different, something wrong. See? I am just as bad. Ah, will we ever relax? Will we always be on guard? Argh!

Something completely different: We have now invented a new scoring system for the games: The Hug-O-Meter. You see, when the volley ball players score a point (or lose a point to the opposing team)there is the group HUG. They pat fannies, they high five, they slap their backs, but mostly they hug. So if they lose that set, do they start questioning their huggability factor? " Oh Gosh! did I not hug enough? Was there quantity but no quality?  Did we lose that because the other team gave longer hugs? " Well, you can see the problem. So get out there and hug someone...you may score a point or two. (Or get slapped by that perfect stranger you saw at Safeway and tried to hug...)

Lastly, thank you for reading this blog. Maybe you don't even know us but stumbled on it by accident. Maybe you're a loved one who just wants to stay in touch. It has been cathartic to write this, but also in writing this, it frees me up from making multiple phone calls and repeating the story over and over. As I write this, we are a few views away from 2000. Nearly 2000 times people have read this blog since April! I am stunned. Honestly I feel like awarding a gift or something to the 2000th reader. Maybe I will bake a cake.

Then eat it. ALL. Then get sick and gain like 20 pounds. Then I can write another blog about how blogging makes you gain weight. Oh here's a hug to all!